My Healing Game

With the consciousness out, time seemed to be infinitely slowed down, Han Fei could clearly see his body going away, and at the same time he saw a hand grabbing his leg.

The fingertips passed, the soul seemed to be frozen, Han Fei looked down, but saw nothing.

Opening his eyes, Han Fei took off the game helmet and opened the game compartment.

His pupils were still beating restlessly, unable to calm down for a long time.

"Exiting the game can't stop that thing, I almost failed to quit."

The game warehouse is adjusting Han Fei's body all the time. He didn't feel any abnormality and his mental state was also very good.

But when he was about to get out of the game cabin, he fell to the ground.

Han Fei stared at his left leg in disbelief, and he completely lost consciousness when his calf went down.

"That unspeakable ghost, the left leg was rubbed by the finger!"

Staring at his left leg for a long time, Han Fei rested for a while before his left leg finally returned to normal. But this time, he was really scared.

"Just being touched, the consciousness can't perceive the left leg. Based on this situation, it can be speculated that maybe I die in the game, I should not die in reality, but there is a high probability that I will lose all consciousness and become a vegetable. "

The joy of reaching the twelfth level was diluted, and the singing taught Han Fei a good lesson. It allowed Han Fei, who had slowly adapted to the deep world, to re-experience the feeling of being dominated by death and despair.

"The water in the deep world is too deep, as powerful as Xiaoba, and can only hide in the happy community. I still need to be more cautious."

After purchasing a game storehouse, Han Fei wanted to hurry up to level up, but he met singing again.

Han Fei can now understand that there is a fundamental difference between "Perfect Life" and other games on the market. Other games are human-playing games, and "Perfect Life" is NPC player.

Only by remaining cautious and humble can we have more chances of survival.

Sitting on the bed, Han Fei is not sleepy at all now. The Deep Space Technology's game compartment is indeed effective. When the consciousness is immersed in the game, the body is fully relaxed and rested.

"Playing games is equivalent to sleeping, and I have a little more time in my day." What Han Fei lacks most now is time. He looked at the sky outside the window, which was not fully lit, turned on the computer, and started searching for something related to dead buildings and singing. Murder information.

After finding the sun rising, Han Fei didn’t find anything. There are many places in the world called dead buildings, but they are not in Xinhu, and they are completely different from the buildings Han Fei was looking for. Most of them can only be used as buildings. Look at the story.

"This kind of blind search efficiency is too low, so let the relevant people help faster." Han Fei dialed Huang Ying's phone, hoping that the other party could help contact Feng Ziyu.

Feng Ziyu is a colleague of the mad tester and one of the witnesses of that incident. He has been searching for information about the dead building over the years.

The phone rang and was connected by Huang Ying. He seemed to have set a special reminder for Han Fei.

"Brother Huang, did you have nightmares again last night?" Han Fei was still very concerned about Huang Ying. After he finished asking, Huang Ying said it after a long time.

"It's still that dream..." Huang Ying's state is very strange. Normal people are entangled in butterflies, and most of them will be mentally deranged and collapse, such as the spider's chef personality.

Even if he can barely bear it, he will become nervous and doubt everything, until finally he drives himself mad.

However, Huang Ying's performance was very calm. Not only was there no fear or panic, but the words seemed to be memorable.

"Do you need me to go over? I suggest you live in the police station recently." Han Fei really didn't want Huang to have any accidents.

"I don't know how to describe it to you. In my dream, I seem to have lived a different kind of life. In my dream, my mother did not leave me. She was with me..." Huang Ying said here, and suddenly stopped talking. .

"What then?" Han Fei knew that Butterfly would not be so kind.

"Then she tried to kill me in various ways in her dream."

Hearing Huang Ying's words, Han Fei took a breath, and Butterfly became Huang Ying's favorite and most respected person, and then tore up Huang Ying's inner memory in this way.

He was very worried, and immediately connected Huang Ying's video.

Looking at Huang Ying in pajamas on the phone screen, like a big boy, Han Fei couldn't figure it out. He didn't see any signs of mental breakdown in Huang Ying.

"Really don't worry, I'm fine." Huang Ying hasn't changed anything from usual except that he hasn't shaved for a long time and looks a little sloppy.

"Aren't you in pain? Being killed by the person you respect most, distorting your good memories, don't you feel desperate? Brother Huang, you tell me your true feelings so that I and the police can help you." Han Feiyu said earnestly.

"Really feeling?" Huang Ying thought for a while: "In fact, what happened when I was a child has always been my nightmare. It is the scene in my heart that I least want to think about. What I hope most is that my mother can live well. Rather than losing her life to save me, she is the best person in the world."

Huang Ying and Han Fei had a fateful friendship, and they were both the only friends of each other. Huang Ying had no reservations, and said everything in his heart.

"My father also disliked me for a long time. He might not want to see me when he sent me abroad."

"To tell you the truth, I have lived for 30 years, and I still haven't forgotten that memory, but I just learned how to prevent others from seeing my sadness."

"I have always felt guilty for my mother. I killed her. I wanted to make amends, but there was no way... Until recently I started to have this nightmare."

"When I saw my mother standing on the shore and didn't jump down to save me, my first feeling was not fear, but a long sigh of relief. I was very worried that she would die in the dream."

"Later she wanted to kill me in her dream. It was a very terrible thing, but I don't know why, but I felt like I was atoneting for my sins."

"Every time I die, I feel relieved in my heart, and the pain I squeezed in my heart for so long is slowly released."

"My guilt, my self-blame, my pain, these things that are about to make me unable to breathe are disappearing with death."

"In the second half of the nightmare, I have begun to approach my mother actively~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I know she wants to kill me, but I will never escape, just like when she jumped into the cold without hesitation. The same in the lake."

Huang Ying on the screen took a deep breath, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "I also understand what Butterfly wants to do, but I don't care."

Huang Ying seemed to have awakened some strange thinking. Han Fei didn't know if it was good or bad. He guessed that Butterfly was a little confused now.

"Do you have anything else?"

"Butterfly has not made progress on your side. It is the best news for me." Han Fei began to talk about his request for investigating the dead building. Huang Ying readily agreed, and he took the initiative to help Han Fei contact Feng. Zi Yu.

Not long after, Han Fei received a document. After entering the encryption instructions, he discovered that the contents of the document were all related to the dead building.

"The dead building does not specifically refer to a certain building or a certain community. It is a gathering of many ghost buildings and super-household buildings."

Seeing the first line of the document, Han Fei was deeply attracted. He hung up the video call and began to study seriously.